"Eenie meenie mynie.. YOU."

Ford knows. He knows what he has to do. It hurts him deep in his chest to have to do it, but he knows what he has to do. If he has a chance to kill Bill– even if he has to murder his own nephew in the process –it’s worth it. One boy, one tiny boy is an insignificant blip on a cosmic scale– but Bill? He threatens the entire multiverse, forever.

All of infinity, versus one small boy? Stan may be the shyster, but Ford’s never been known to turn his nose up at a deal either.

He tries to compartmentalize it like that. Dipper’s a smart boy, if there’s any part of him in there that’s still conscious or even alive, he would understand. He would do the same thing if the roles were reversed– he knows that first hand, Dipper had tried to shoot him with the memory gun when he thought Bill was possessing him.

He knows Dipper would understand. That doesn’t make it any easier.

With a single pull of the trigger, the destabilizer fires a horrible, deadly ray right at his nephew, stabbing through his gut and out the other side, knocking him clear off his feet and onto his back, sprawling. No, not his nephew– Bill. He has to remind himself, it’s Bill.

And oh man, what a powerful blast it was.

The second it hit and connected with the small frame the Bipper was currently possessing, he was knocked off his feet, and he went far, skidding slightly at the pure force of the gun. Well,- if anything did it, it’d be that.

“Hah-” A sort of breathy, but clearly very amused beginning of a laugh was the instinctive response he got, slowly pushing himself up on his elbows. 

Ah, Fordsy. Predictable as always.

Now, if you tried to say Bill was a bad actor by any means, you’d find yourself to be very wrong. He could copy ‘his’ body’s voice to the T, could mimic their facial expressions, really sell to the audience that he was them. He just found it funnier not to.

But here, that kind of works. Who would look at Dipper, previously being possessed by Bill, now after being shot, looking at Ford as he was, emotions bubbling, and none of them good (panic, some sprinkles of betrayal, fear and pain- the whole works) and think it’s still Bill?

Ford is absolutely frozen with the cocktail of emotion seizing his muscles. Guilt over not being able to better protect the nephew he only recently learned he had, regret over coming through the portal when Stan had opened it instead of giving up his only chance of returning home in favor of destroying Bill in that final showdown, fear in the face of his old friend, now enemy, now possessing his nephew. This was exactly the kind of decision he never wanted to have to make.

This was exactly the kind of decision he always knew he would have to make.

“You know I’m going to do it, Bill!” he shouts, in a last-ditch effort to force the demon out of Dipper’s abused body. If he’s fast enough, he could get him to a hospital, get those wounds looked at… is Dipper even still alive? Is there a chance Bill has torn into his body so much that Dipper already succumbed to the trauma and Bill is just piloting his corpse around like a grotesque puppet? 

“This is your last warning! Get out of him, or I shoot!”

First, the first thing he did was laugh at the threats. He was possessing Dipper, so the cackle wasn’t quite as ear-bleeding as usual, (the twelve year old’s vocal cords could only handle so much of that shrieking voice) but it was still pretty bad in true Bill fashion.

Look at that, ol’ Sixer’s really gunning for it, huh?

Which spins a new, horrible idea in his head.

As he watched him have to go through and deal with all of these new emotions bubbling to the surface, he couldn’t help but sneer. Couldn’t help but grin. Nothin’ quite like finally making it back to your own dimension away from Bill Cipher, only to have to shoot your newly-discovered nephew because of him, huh? Hah! Bipper’s a giver. New situations like that, everyone should get to see what it’s like one time or another!

Yeah, and Ford’s clearly loving his generosity.

With that malicious, threatening bordering on egging him on grin, he took one more step towards him.

With that laugh, he continued. “Hah! What’s holdin ya BACK, IQ?  In any other dimension you would’ve shot already, but here it is, almost like you’re giving me a chance to get up and run! Getting weak and sentimental in your old age?” Of course, he knew the reason why. Ford probably wanted nothing more than to find some sort of way to get Dipper out of this alive, but.. but.

Could he really let Bill live?

He didn’t look impressed.

“I’m not a taxi service, kid,” he said shortly, rolling his eyes. I mean smh, looking to a dREAM DEMON so casually c’mon

… Thooough..

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“Bill…” the boy’s spirit sounded exasperated merely looking at the other. “What the heck have you done with my body now?”

Bipper didn’t reply juuust yet. No, first he had to get this body moving.

So he shoved himself up onto his feet, already an unnaturally wide smile that clearly didn’t belong stretching across his features as he stumbled, stuuumbleeedd.. aand promptly tripped and slammed his face into the wall.

With a short laugh from the demon that’s probably going to leave Dipper with way too many injuries by the day’s over if this attempt at WALKING is anything to go by, he stepped off away from the wall ignoring how his face was starting to turn red in the shape of the wall’s carvings. And the question remained, had he tripped like that on purpose to mess with Dipper and just generally be a nuisance, or was that his lack of experience in human motor skills kicking in.

Stanford Filbrick Pines, my old pal!

He didn’t even PRETEND to try holding back the wide grin that stood proud on his face as he stared at Ford, watching him back up with the gun. What a reunion, huh? This one’s for the books!

 Increasing distance was being made between them so with a short (not taking away from the pure VOLUME of it, of course), amused laugh he just begun to close it, taking steps toward him, albeit slightly unsteady and stumbly.

Stanford spent thirty LONG years preparing for a moment just like this one. Dimension hopping, spending his every WAKING hour into building the one gun that could take Bill Cipher down, and take him own for good. It was his mission, his quest, and damn he was gonna do it. Buuut... he probably didn’t account that maybe he’d have to stare his nephew in the eyes while doing it, huh? Could he do it? REALLY? Look his nephew-turned-biggest-fan and pull the trigger?

That moral dilemma, to him, was downright hilarious.

“HAH! If you believed those words ya shoulda said them back at the OPERA HOUSE, Sixer!” 

This wasn’t his first time running around as the Pines family’s newest, sweatiest ghost-hunting addition, and you know, Bipper wasn’t feeling too shy about that fact today. ‘’Just another thing to tie in the similarities between him and his favorite author’’ after all! You never really know a guy until you both get tricked by the same demon.

But he was preeetty sure Ford was out of that loop so he felt - snrk - no greater honor than to be the one to reveal it to him.

Rubbing his arm casually as he stared up at him, more than anything to bring attention to the fact that hey Sixer, whether he’s his or not doesn’t matter, he’s already left a mark. SHOWERS of scars, ranging from just a faint prick to digging oh-so deeply through the skin, red and slightly bloodly, scrapes and scratches and bumps and bruises- he’d been running around for at least a hot second here.

There’d been a loud bang early in the day, by the stairs. Dipper jumping up with a confident pleased laugh rubbing his head. Maybe with this context it wasn’t just Dipper tripping.

Oh anon, you are SPOILING me.

Dipper or Mabel, huh?

“Haha! Y’Know, you guys aren’t so bad! If this is the kinda stuff you can DISH UP!” But onto the questionn..

With a wide grin and a laugh, he continued.

“I already have ONE paranoid wreck of a Pines, I don’t need a younger sweatier version of that with a bed-time to boot!” Um, rude much? Rolling his shoulders, he continued. “And as far as PINETREE, I already have my plan! I won’t spoil all the big interesting details just yet, haha, no fun in spoiling the ENDING at the beginning of the movie! But keep an eye on that water tower!”